...shut up and eat.
Menu du jour:
Rounds With A Prize Fighter
My morale is pretty low. Wish there was someplace I could go to top it off.
Saturday after work I didn't bother with the gym. I should have. The last few times I've gone it just hasn't perked me up like it usually does and I'm dead tired instead of fired up. I went for a walk around my neighborhood instead.
It's not like there's a lot I can do to cheer myself up- being as broke as I am. Plus the fact that I don't really have anybody to hang out with most of the time.
Overall, I think I'd have had a great day if it weren't for the mood I'm in. I went to bed really early for me last night- like 9 or earlier. I got up early and had a couple cups of coffee on the balcony while I read. I started reading The Time Traveler's Wife a few days ago, one of my sister's books. I'm actually really, really impressed with it.
I took a shower, got dressed and was out the door for a drive in Wicked before 9:30. I drove to Chevron to get some gas. It's the only station I go to for Wicked and most of them are out of the way for me. We drove a big loop in the city for about an hour and I came home.
I decided that since the morning was still very mild I'd put Galaxie in her harness and see how she acted outside- since we haven't been out in months. I just carried her instead of taking her out in her carrier like I had been. She did rather well, besides walking pretty low to the ground, and trying to get into the bushes a few times. I think it stimulated her little brain, eyes wide and movements like a feline robot, head whipping about at every movement or noise.
I went inside and back out onto the balcony. Reading my book, had a couple pieces of toast. After a bit I actually started to nod off in the spectator chair we have outside. So I went to my room and took a nap for a couple hours.
When I woke up my sister's husband and his brother walked through the door. Yay. Company. Just what I wanted. Ate left overs for lunch. Popped my pork ribs in the oven to cook for dinner later. Everyone else was going to my 'rents house for dinner. Thank goodness. So in the meantime I went to The Dollar Tree and picked up some frozen food and snacks for the week since an actual grocery store trip won't be possible until I get paid on the 31st. Got energy drinks, cheese'n'crackers, tortillas and some cubes of cheese.
I came back and mercifully, everyone was gone. I had pork, vermicelli, squash and garlic bread for dinner. Spoke with AZ he was in good spirits and I am glad for that. Tried not to spread my bad mood to him I think I accomplished that. I was going to go for another drive but went and covered the car instead. I had quite a few bowls of cereal despite not being hungry. I regret those.
Now the rats are out for their playtime and I'll be going to bed early again tonight.
I have to go to the ghetto clinic tomorrow for my depo shot. Yay. However, I'm supposed to meet up with a friend in the early afternoon after my appointment. I hope that helps to bring me out of my funk.
Honestly it hasn't been a bad day. Not at all. A day away from work is always a blessing. Something is bothering me though. Big time.
This week Sway and Switch are going to the vet on Wednesday for their surgeries. That may be part of the reason why I'm feeling funky. I'm scared for them both. I'm worried about money. I don't know what to do.
I'm unhappy about the fact that I'm almost 33 and still have no romantic prospects in the works. I can't count on AZ, and trying to convince him is like trying to move a boulder. In fact I think I quit trying to convince him. He's said somethings that are encouraging, but again, I'm cynical about anything that comes out of his mouth. My fault or his, I have no idea.
While driving Wicked today I kept thinking about how I can't seem to maintain him as well as I would like to. It's amazing he even still runs really.
I feel defeated lately. I'm not quite sure what to do about it.
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